Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Oman and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.